Discrimination

by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer

My fingers discriminate against my little pinky
They say he doesn’t seem to do much
He’s independent doesn’t care what the other fingers are thinking
& most the time it seems his energy is used up

When I type I rarely use him
My middle finger claims I abuse him
& he claims I should use the pinky more
But whenever I try, oh me, oh my, I leave my pinky sore

I tell my middle finger, my index and my ring
They shouldn’t hate, it’s not really that big a thing
But my thumb then speaks up, saying “I don’t give a f***”
I wont co-operate until pinky mans up

I sit and scratch my head
my fingers scream “use pinky instead”
So I attempt but it feels wrong
Because the scratch isn’t too strong

I sit and contemplate, and then something comes to mind
I gather all my fingers and apologize for wasting their time
All you fingers, could you please just sit and hear
I use you more than pinky, but pinky is the only finger in my bitter ear

All the fingers then rejoiced, & pinky was accepted
Because my pinky had no choice, but to be neglected
& the only job that fit it, no one else could fit in
Now when I extend my pinky, put it in my ear, my fingers sigh

GOOD RIDDANCE!

A poem about my Pinky Finger (Discrimination)